The crossing-point. I love that.
I adore reading your words Laura, you take me to another place. And a golden dandelion field is a wonderful place to be!
I too love to read your words. I usually open them as I'm taking 5 minutes and think' oh, lovely ,I ll read more when I have another 5 minutes' but inevitably I can't stop reading! This was as light as a dandelion clock. Love the idea of time smudging away. And thankyou for the link to Summer Camp, how good is that!
Beautiful Laura, as if floating into your memories. Thank you for the introduction to Summer’s Camp Essay’s. I am on it!
I love the imagery you have cultivated in this piece Laura....I feel as if I am right there in the midst of the snapshot moments & dandelion paddocks!
A lovely read, Laura - I always look forward to your letters. I love dandelions too. Your words put me right back to the garden as a kid, blowing the seeds off into the wind. 💛
So sweet. You have written sunshine here. 👏
I was transported with these words. Thank you. The dandelions are out in force at the moment and they herald summer with their golden glow. Roll on sunshine. ☀️
It elicits imagery in my mind of that crossing point I speak about on my own ‘Stack -- mothering/caregiving and that place I go to be just me. This piece specifically evoked that with dandelions and the dancing and the son. All yours.
This was beautiful. And it reminds me of the way I write -- and now sounds like I’m complimenting myself. But I loved the imagery. My kids are around the same age. Placing kids in writing suddenly changes how it hits.
Beautiful words 🙌🙌🙌
I find your words so calming, Laura. A lovely piece that made me appreciate the dandelions I spotted today.
Lovely words Laura ♥️